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Madoff was unmoved. He was past apologizing. In prison, he crafted his own version of events. From MCC, Madoff explained the trap he was in. “People just kept throwing money at me,” Madoff related to a prison consultant who advised him on how to endure prison life. “Some guy wanted to invest, and if I said no, the guy said, ‘What, I’m not good enough?’?” One day, Shannon Hay, a drug dealer who lived in the same unit in Butner as Madoff, asked about his crimes. “He told me his side. He took money off of people who were rich and greedy and wanted more,” says Hay, who was released in December. People, in other words, who deserved it. –“Bernie Madoff, Free at Last,” Steve Fishman, New York
As a child growing up in Whittier, California, Raymond’s mother attended Bible study classes with Richard Nixon’s sister in the Nixon household. There, the participants spoke in tongues, and eventually lapsed into trances. She also described how the Nixon family kept a “Wailing Wall” inside their home where they cried, prayed, and flailed….Raymond’s mother suffered a nervous breakdown, and was placed in a Pasadena hospital (the name and location of which she cannot remember) where the repeated use of electroshock treatments and Sodium Pentothal completely erased her memory. These procedures occurred in the mid-1950s at a time when MK-ULTRA experiments were being performed on private citizens without their consent. A decade later, it’s likely that Sirhan Sirhan underwent his MK-ULTRA conversion at the same facility. To date, Raymond isn’t sure if his mother was definitively targeted, or simply a random subject for these demented doctors. –“The Mystery Man Behind Evidence of Revision,” Victor Thorn, Paranoia: The Conspiracy Reader
Jewcy: You’ve been pretty busy the last few weeks? We caught your master on CNN yesterday, and read the Haaretz interview with him today.
Let me tell you something, I’m sick of this guy. Every three seconds somebody wants his opinion on “flotilla this” or “Israeli boycott that.”
You have your work cut out for you.
Well that’s obvious. One day the guy publishes an essay criticizing American Jews and their handling of Israel, that flotilla thing goes down and suddenly I can’t get any Me time.
It’s pretty crazy. As Mr. Beinart’s smart phone, do you have any comments on the article or the Middle East?
Listen buddy, I’m gonna level with you: I’m just a Blackberry. I know I do a million amazing things, but I don’t deal with that stuff. When Peter pulls up his article on The Daily Beast today, I’m just not going to pay attention. Politics ain’t my thing. –“Exclusive Interview With Peter Beinart’s Blackberry,” Jason Diamond, Jewcy
More from TedRoss:
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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"She never thanked me, never looked at me—melted away into the miserable night, in the strangest manner I ever saw. I have seen many strange things, but not one that has left a deeper impression on my memory than the dull impassive way in which that worn-out heap of misery took that piece of money, and was lost."